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Why are these women here
Dancing on their own?
Why is there this sadness in their eyes?
Why are the soldiers here
Their faces fixed like stone?
I can't see what it is they despise

They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid

They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands

They dance alone...
They dance alone...

It's the only form of protest they're allowed
I've seen their silent faces scream so loud
If they were to speak these words
they'd go missing too
Another woman on the torture table
what else can they do

They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid

They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone...
They dance alone...

One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance...
One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance...

sotto voce

Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos
Ellas danzan con los muertos
Ellas danzan con amores invisibles
Ellas danzan con silenciosa angistia
Danzan con sus padres
Danzan con sus hijos
Danzan con sus esposos
Ellas danzan solas
Danzan solas

Hey Mr. Pinochet
You've sown a bitter crop
It's foreign money that supports you
One day the money's going to stop
No wages for your torturers
No budget for your guns
Can you think of your own mother
Dancin' with her invisible son

They're dancing with the missing
They're dancing with the dead
They dance with the invisible ones
Their anguish is unsaid

They're dancing with their fathers
They're dancing with their sons
They're dancing with their husbands
They dance alone...
They dance alone...
Why are these women here   Dancing on their own?   Why is there this sadness in their eyes?   Why are the soldiers here   Their faces fixed like stone?   I can't see what it is they despise      They're dancing with the missing   They're dancing with the dead   They dance with the invisible ones   Their anguish is unsaid      They're dancing with their fathers   They're dancing with their sons   They're dancing with their husbands      They dance alone...   They dance alone...      It's the only form of protest they're allowed   I've seen their silent faces scream so loud   If they were to speak these words   they'd go missing too   Another woman on the torture table   what else can they do      They're dancing with the missing   They're dancing with the dead   They dance with the invisible ones   Their anguish is unsaid      They're dancing with their fathers   They're dancing with their sons   They're dancing with their husbands   They dance alone...   They dance alone...      One day we'll dance on their graves   One day we'll sing our freedom   One day we'll laugh in our joy   And we'll dance...   One day we'll dance on their graves   One day we'll sing our freedom   One day we'll laugh in our joy   And we'll dance...      sotto voce      Ellas danzan con los desaparecidos   Ellas danzan con los muertos   Ellas danzan con amores invisibles   Ellas danzan con silenciosa angistia   Danzan con sus padres   Danzan con sus hijos   Danzan con sus esposos   Ellas danzan solas   Danzan solas      Hey Mr. Pinochet   You've sown a bitter crop   It's foreign money that supports you   One day the money's going to stop   No wages for your torturers   No budget for your guns   Can you think of your own mother   Dancin' with her invisible son      They're dancing with the missing   They're dancing with the dead   They dance with the invisible ones   Their anguish is unsaid      They're dancing with their fathers   They're dancing with their sons   They're dancing with their husbands   They dance alone...   They dance alone...
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